Drunken_Angel
Princess Absinthe
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- May 8, 2010
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I swing quickly by Aus' room and discover that the sheets have not been touch. I growl in frustration, but leave the trap set.
Patience.
Patience.
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Has my room and sheets cleaned for my eventual return. Has the door locked. Shoes inside vault are incinerated. Note left on Angel's door.
I said behave.
In the shower. Doesn't hear the knock. Stepping out, and getting dressed, I slip into a light black dress, and smile. Then my housekeeper knocks and let's me know that there is a man at the front door.
I skip down the stairs, and throw open the door.
Dr. J. Welcome!
I stand back to let him enter.
Giggles softly watching him enter. Shaking like he's going to be eaten alive.
My dearest Dr. J. Have a drink. Seems like you might need it.
I wave to my staff and have a bottle of sauvignon blanc brought out and two glasses.
Remember I don't bite unless you ask me too. And you will ask. I grin and pour two glasses and hold one out.
I smile and look around
Merci. We could go on a tour. Or I could just skip that and commence with putting you in your place.
I giggle and pour a little more in his glass.
Breathe Dr. J.
I perk my brow and roll my eyes. We could exchange pleasantries all night, and HE would be perfectly fine with that. I toss back my glass and watch him sit and relax. Setting the glass on the table, I climb right into his lap, with very little pretense.
Well now. We are all settled. You going to open up?
I chuckle lightly and watch his reactions.
His reaction is hardly surprising, and I let go quickly and press my lips to his roughly, cradling his face and holding him close. My own tongue slides along his lower lip, and I nibble there gently for a moment.
I feel his need and urgency in his kiss, so I break it and hop off his lap. I walk to the other side of the room and sit on a couch, lick my lips and cross my legs.
Come to me.
I do not say how. I do not ask for anything. My voice is low and demanding leaving no other option. I want to see how he will do this.
He staggers as if seeing himself for the first time. This is new to him I know. I stand and am quick to reward him with another kiss. He is doing so well.
Mon garçon, I am proud of you.
I bring his eyes to mine.
Tell me, do you like your wrists bound garçon?